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THE NEWS-RECCED, hlARSIIALL. N. C. ....A.............- v U to it depends on the Bak ing Powder you aseViYou must use a heaping spoonful of many brands because they don't contain as much leave cuing strength as Bi P. Q. IDODEHOUSE 1 1 Copyright by George H. Doru Co, ................ II. 1 i i t t i , i V ! ( "! t ! ! t P "ALPHONSO." . ; i ., ... Mri. Horace Hlsnett, world famous writer on theoaophy. au thor of "The Spreading Light," etc., etc.. arrives In New York on a lecturing tour. Euetaoe, her on, la with her. Wlndlee, ances tral home of the marietta, li hla, ao her life la largely devoted to keeping: him unmarried. Enter her nephew. Bam, aon of Sir Mil laby Marlowe, the eminent Lon don lawyer. It la arranged that Bam and Eustace ahall aall to gether on the Atlantlo the next day. Enter Bream Mortimer, American, aon of a friend of an Insufferable American named Bennett who haa been pestering Mri. Hlgnett to leaae Wlndles. Bream lnforma her that WIN helmlna Bennett la waiting for Euatace at the Little Church Round the Corner. Bream him self la In love with Wllhelmlna. Mrs. Hlgnett marches oft to Eus tace's room. The scene shifts to the Atlantic at her pier. Sam, heading for the gangplank, meeta a glorious, red-headed girl, with whom he instantly falls In love, though her dog bltea him. Eus tace appears, heart-broken. It appeara that his mother had "pinched bis trousers" and de layed the ceremony, whereupon Wllhelmlna had declared the wed ding oft. Bam is pushed over board, haa a desperate struggle in the water with another swim mer and rejoins the Atlantlo at quarantine. The red-headed girl la Wllhelmlna Bennett "Blllle." She halls Sam aa a hero and In troduces Bream. CHAPTER III Continued. "Any special poet?" "Well, she seemed to like my stuff. Tou never read my sonnet-sequence on spring, did you?" "No. What other poets did she like besides yon I" "Tennyson principally," said Eus tace Hlgnett with a reminiscent quiver In bis voice. ' The hours we have spent together reading the 'Idylls of the King!'" The which of whatr Inquired Sam, taking a pencil from his pocket and hooting out a cuff. " The IdyUs of the King.' My good man, I know you have a soul which would bo considered Inadequate by a common earthworm, but you have urely heard of Tennyson's 'Idylls of the Klngr" "Oh, those ! Whymy dear old chap ; Tennyson's Idylls of the King I' Well, I should say I Have I heard of Ten nyson's 'Idylls of the Klngr Well, really I I suppose you haven't a copy with you on board by any chance?" There Is a copy in my kit-bag. The very one we used to read together. Take It and keep it or throw it over t board. . I don't want to see It again." Sam prospected among the shirts, collars and trousers In the bag and presently came upon a morocco-bound volume. He laid It beside him en the lounge. "Little by little, bit by bit," ho said. "I am beginning to form a sort of pic ture of this girl, this what was her name again? Bennett this Miss Ben nett You have a wonderful knack of description. Tou make her seem so real and vivid. Tell me some more about her, She wasn't keen on golf, by any chance, I suppose?" "I believe she did play. The subject came up once and she seemed rather enthusiastic. Why V , "Well, I'd much sooner talk to a girl about golf than poetry." "You are hardly likely to be In a position to talk to Wllhelmlna Bennett about either, I should Imagine." "No, there's that, of course. I was . thinking of girls In general. Some girls bar golf, and then It's rather difficult to know how to start conversation. But, tell me, were there any topics which got on Miss Bennett's nerves, if yon know what I mean? It seems to me that at one time or another yon may have said something that offended . her. I mean. It seems curious that she should have broken off the engagement if yon had never disagreed or quar reled about anything." x - "Well, of course, there was always the matter of that dog of hers. Sho had a dog, yon know, a snappy brute ' of a Pekingese. If there was ever any shadow of disagreement between us, it : had to do with that dog. I made rather a point of it that I would not have it about the homo after we were mar ried." - 7-y .-".''. "I seel" said Sam. Ho shot his cuff once more and wrote on It! "Dog-con- dilate." "Yes, of. course, that must have wounded her .;.; "Not half so much as ho wounded met He pinned me by the ankle the day before we Wllhelmlna and L mean were to have been married. It Is some satisfaction j to me In my broken state to remember that I got homo on the little beast with consider able Juiciness and lifted Wm clean over the Chesterfield." ; -Sam shook bis bead reprovingly. v "You shouldn't have done, that 1" he mid. He extended his cuff and added the words "Vitally Important" to what he had Just written. "It was probably "Well. I hate dogs," said Eustace ? -.ett querulously. ' fl remember ' .ia once getting quite an- : wi:h me because I refused to step. In and separate a couple of the brutes, absolute strangers to me, who were fighting In the street I reminded her that we were all fighters nowa days, that life Itself was In a tense a fight; but she wouldn't be reuonable about It She said that Sir (Julahad would have done It like a shot 1 thought not We had no evidence what soever that Sir Oalahad was ever called upon to do anything half as dangerous. And, anyway, he wore ar mor. Give me a suit of mall retching well down Over the ankles, anil 1 will L willingly Intervene In a hundred dog fights. But In thin flannel trousers, no!" Sam rose. His heart was light. He had never, of course, supposed that the girl was anything but perfect ; but It was nice to find bis high opinion of her corroborated by one who had no rea son to exhibit her In a favorable light He understood her point of view and sympathized with It An Idealist, how could she trust herself to Eustace Hlg nett? .How could she be content with a craven who. Instead of scouring the world in tho quest for deeds of derrlng do, had fallen down so lamentably on his first assignment? There was a specious attractiveness about poor old Eustace which might conceivably win girl's heart for a time; he wrote poetry, talked well, and had a nice singing voice; but s a partner for life . . . well, he simply wouldn't do. That was all there was to It He simply didn't add up right The man a girl like Wllhelmlna Bennett required for a husband was somebody entirely different . . . somebody, felt Sam uel Marlowe, much more like Samuel Marlowe. Swelled almost to bursting-point with these reflections, he went on deck to join the ante-luncheon promenade. He saw Blllle almost at once. She had put on one of these nice aacky sport-coats which so enhance feminine charms, and was striding along the deck with the breeze playing In ber vlvld hair like the female equivalent of a Viking. Beside her walked young Mr. Bream Mortimer. Sam had been feeling a good deal of fellow already, but at the sight of her welcoming smile his self-esteem almost caused him to explode. What magic there Is in a girl's smile I It is the raisin which, dropped In the yeast of male complacency, Induces fermen tation. - "Oh, there you are, Mr. Marlowe!" "Oh. , there you are," said Bream Mortimer, with a slightly different in flection. ' -.. , "I thought I'd like a breath of fresh air before lunch," said Sam. "Oh, Bream I" said the girl. "Hello?" "Do be a darling and take this great heavy coat of, mine down to my state room will you? I had no wea it was so warm." Til carry it" said Bream. "Nonsense. I wouldn't dream of burdening you with It Trot along and put It on the berth. It doesn't matter about folding It up." "All right" said Bream moodily. He trotted along. There are mo ments when a man feels that all be needs In order to be a delivery wagon Is a horse and a driver. "He had better chirrup to the dog while he's there, don't you think?" sug gested Sam. "He felt that a resolute f Love It How Extraordinary That We Should Have o Much In Common," ; man with legs as lone aa Bream's might well deposit a cloak on a berth and bo back under the hall-min ute, i.',' ,,' ', .v. ' "Oh, yesl Bream!"- 1 ; V "HeUor . v'-?' "While you're down there just chlr- rnn a little more to poor Pinky. Ho does appreciate It ao!". . ! . Bream disappeared. It Is not always easy to Interpret emotion from a glance at a man's back ; but Bream's back looked like Cat of a' man to whom the thought has occurred that given cple of fiddles and a piano, bo would Mve made a gooa nirea orcnesire. "Hew Is your deer litUe d?i by U- way?" Inquired Sam .solicitously, as he fell Into step by her side. "Much better now, thanks. I've made friends with a girl on board did you ever hear her name Jane Hubbard she's a rather well-known ' Ig-game hunter and sho fixed np some sort of a mixture for Pinky which did blm a world of good. I don't know what was In It except Worcester sauce, but she said she always gave It to her mules In Africa when they had the botts . . . it's very nice of you to speak so affection ately of poor Pinky when he bit you." "Animal spirits 1" said Sam tolerant ly." Pure animal spirits! I like to see them. But of course, I love all dogs." "Oh, do you? So do II" "I only wish they didn't fight so much. I'm always stopping dog fights." "I do admire a man who knows what to do at a dog fight I'm afraid I'm rather helpless myself. There never seems anything to catch hold of." She looked down. "Have you been reading? What Is the book?" "It's a volume of Tennyson." "Are you fond of Tennyson?" "I worship him," said Sam reverent ly. Those " he glanced at his cuff "those Idylls of the King! I do not like to think what an ocean voyage would be If I had not my Tennyson' with me." "We must read' him together. He Is my favorite poet!" "We will I There Is something about Tennyson. ..." "Yes, Isn't there!" I've felt that my self so often 1" "Some poets are whales at epics and all that sort of thing, while others call it a day when they've written some thing that runs to a couple of verses, but where Tennyson had the bulge was that his long game was just as good as his short He was great off the tee and a marvel with his chip-shots." "That sounds as though you played golf." "When I am not reading Tennyson, you can generally find me out on the links. Do you play?" "I love It How extraordinary that we should have so much in common. Wo really ought to be great friends." He was pausing to select the best of three replies when tho lunch bugle sounded. "V . T, "Oh, dear!" she cried. "I must rush. But we shall see one another again up here afterward?" "Wo will," said Sam. We'll sit and read Tennyson." "Fine! Er you and I and Morti mer?" . - ' "Oh, no, Bream is going to sit down below and look after poor Pinky." "Does he does he know he is?" "Not yet," said Blllle. "I'm going to tell him at lunch." CHAPTER IV It was the fourth morning of the voyage. Of course, when this story is done In the movies they won't be satisfied with a bald statement like that ; they will have a Spoken Title or a Cut-Back Sub-Caption or whatever they call the thing In the low dens where motion-picture scenario-lizards do their dark work, which will run: "And so, calm and golden, tho days went by, each fraught with hope and youth and sweetness linking .. two young hearts In silken fetters forged by the laughing Love-God" and the males In the audience will shift their chewing gum to the other cheek and take V firmer grip of their companions' bands and the man at the piano will play "Everybody wants a key to my cellar" or something equal ly appropriate, very soulfully and slowly, with a wistful eye on tne nair amoked cigarette which he has parked on the lowest octave and Intends fin ishing as soon as the picture Is over. But I prefer the plain frank statement that It was the fourth day of the voy age. That Is my story and I mean to stick to It ". Samuel Marlowe, muffled In a bath robe, came back to the stateroom from his tub. His manner had the offen sive jauntlness of the man who has had a cold bath hea ho might just as easily have had a hot one. He looked out of the porthole at the shim mering sea. Be felt strong and hap py and exuberant , It was not merely the spiritual pride Induced by a cold bath that was up lifting this young man. The fact was that as he toweled his glowing back, be had suddenly come to the decision that this very day be would propose to Wllhelmlna Bennett Yes, he would put his fortune to the test to win or lose It alL True, he had only known her for four days,, but what of that? Nothing la the way of modern prog ress Is more remarkable than the manner In which the attitude of your lover has changed concerning pro posals' of marriage. When ' Samuel Marlowe's grandfather had convinced himself, after about ayear and a bait of respectful aloofness that the em- Ulon which vho felt towards Samuel Marlowe's grandmother-to Do was love, the fashion of the period compelled blm to approach the matter In a round about way. first, ho spent aa eve ning or two singing sentimental baV lads, she accompanying him on the piano and the rest of the family sit ting on the side lines to see that no rough stuff was pulled. Having noted that she drooped her eyelashes- and turned faintly pink when he came to the Thee only thee!" bit he felt a mild sense of encouragement strong enough to Justify him In taking her sister aside next day and asking If the object' of his affections ever hap pened to mention his name In the course of conversation. Furtbef pour parlers having passed with ber aunt two more sisters, and her little broth er, he felt that the moment had ar rived when he might send her a vol ume of Shelley, with some of tho pas sages marked in pencil. A few weeks later, he Interviewed her father and obtained his consent to the paying of his addresses. And finally, after writing her a letter which began "Madam! you will not have been In sensible to the fact that for some time past you have Inspired in my bosom feelings deeper than those of ordinary "I Am, I Am tho Bandolerol Yes, Yoe, C I Am tho Bandolero!" ,. friendship. . . he waylaid her In tho rose garden and brought tho thing off. , Y now ainereni is me oenavror ox iuv modern young man. His courtship can hardly be called a courtship at all. His methods are those of Sir W. S. Gilbert's "Alphonso." Alphonao, wbo for. cool assurance all creajiion iicks. He up and said to Emily ' who has , cheek enoug-h for six: 'Miss Emily, I love you. Will you , marry T Bay the word!" And Emily said: "Certainly, Alphonso, like a bird!" . , -.. . ., i Sam Marlowe was a bright young ! man and did not require a year to ; make up his mind that Wllhelmlna j Bennett had been set apart by- Fate from the beginning of time to bo his bride. He had known It from the mo ment he saw ber on the dock, and all the ' subsequent ' strolling,; reading, talking, soup-drinking, , tea-drinking, ' and shuffle-boareVplaylng which they , had done together had merely solidi fied his original Impression. He loved this girt with all the force of a fiery nature the fiery nature of the Mar. lowes was a by-word In Bruton street, ' Berkeley square and something seemed to whisper that she loved him. -At any rate sho wanted somebody Uko ' Sir Oalahad, and, without wishing to hurl bouquets at himself, be could not see where sho could possibly get any one llker Sir Galahad than , himself. So, wind .and . weather permitting, Samuel Marlowe Intended to propose to Wllhelmlna Bennett this very day. He let down tho trick basin which hung beneath the mirror and, collect ing his shaving materials, began to lather his face,, v : , - J "I am tne .Bandolero !" sang Sam blithely through the soap, "I am, I am the. Bandolerol Tea, yes, t am the . Bandolerol" , ! The untidy neap of bedclothes la the lower berth stirred restlessly. . "Oh, G d!" said Eustace Hlgnett thrusting out a tousled head. Sam regarded his cousin with com miseration. . Horrid things ' had beea happening to Eustace during the last few days, and It was quite a pleasant surprise each morning to find that he was still alive. ".rv v.;,," ; ; Feeling bad again, old man V 1 vas . feeling all right," ' replied Hlgnett churlishly, "until you began the farmyard Imitations. What sort of a day is ltr : , "Glorious I The sea j Don't talk about the seer! 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